| Lyrics: | Written by John Mellencamp
Stuck inside a jigsaw
Of the Midwestern modern midtown
??
Feeling like a trophy that
The old man's been passing around
Just another suit
back ??
>From a old time college degree
And when I walked by I heard 'em
Saying he
was something to see
Well now don't you know that I'm the American Son
Living out
the old man's fantasy of being number one
Daddy use to tell me, son you never kiss ass
I'm
the last of the American Son's
And its such a such a gasp
Its like a shot of
.........
The way the conversation grew
And everybody was telling me something
That I
already, already knew
Well I might be dumb
But it didn't take that long
For me to get
out of that room and bills
And when I ran into the streets
The crowd was yelling he's such
a such a gasp
(chorus)
Well now kiss ass
oh, yeah
Ready to get on
with that fool ???
You know that Eddy's ?? in danger of ??
Of a self indulgent
fool
To mesmerize himself into thinking
That he is just to cool for school
Well you
know that its fun to carry a gun
And shoot down what you never could be
And when the
dealer calls
And has got you by the balls
You tell him that ya, you tell that ya had it
from me
(Chorus)
And its a, its a, its a, its a, its a,
Its such a, its such a,
its such a gasp
I'm the last of the American Son's
(repeat 12 times |
